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[bailedontheempire]

[Action: 457 Stone]

[It's almost a relief to wake up in Mayfield proper. After the lack of food and water... and then the fog incident. Bail is almost surprised to be waking up at all.

He slowly makes his way down to the kitchen for the first actual meal in some time]

Good morning...

[Action: Outside 457 Stone]

[Bail has managed to change into his regained robes and is now sitting out in the sun with a blanket, trying to counter the chill he just can't shake. He'll wave slightly at anyone who happens to pass by.]

Comments

[bailedontheempire]

[He doesn't want to worry her. But at the same time, he knows he looks like at least six of the Corellian hells]

Better than I was a few days ago.

[of_alderaan]

And what were you like a few days ago?

[bailedontheempire]

Supplies on the other side of the funhouse were limited. We had very little food and no potable water.

[Also, he got killed by fog, but we don't really need to go into that!]

[of_alderaan]

How did you get out?

[Yes we do.]

[bailedontheempire]

There was fog closing in, on the last day. The fog everything vanished into. The next thing I remember, I was here.

[Okay, so it's fairly obvious what happened...]

[of_alderaan]

Did you wake up in bed here?

[Just a little.]

[bailedontheempire]

[Busted]

I did.

[of_alderaan]

And that's why you don't look well this morning isn't it.

[bailedontheempire]

Yes. It's still a considerable improvement.

[of_alderaan]

[She sighs, father way.]

Well I'm glad you're doing somewhat better at least.

[bailedontheempire]

I'm told this will pass.

[Dying and returning is strange]

[of_alderaan]

Do you know how long it takes to pass?

[Next time, don't die.]

[bailedontheempire]

No more than a few days.

[He hopes... not dying does seem to be the wiser plan]

[of_alderaan]

Good. Until then you'll just have to be more careful.

Do you need anything?